Don't care a crater what we do,
unless we make the news. Invisible we
by now have crept to nearly almost free.

But the newbies just despair. One
lovely brown girl still has the Braid
of Silence, from the nightmare days.

I say "You can undo THAT!" But they
fear, fear. I reach out--only to blush
dusk-plum as the lips I have to brush.

Want to stroke her cheek. Hey, back
on task! Tease at the censor knot
but dunno the hitch. I try to intuit--

Stubborn, the Braid of Silence, but
Persistence will undo it.